Amar still felt the pain a bit, but her face was set so sternly that she could not cry. Through the whole surgery she focused on not twitching, or pulling her hand away. She was relieved at last when the surgery was over, exhausted from the agonizing three hours. When Ashton praised her she became aware that if she was not careful she would burst out crying for sure. "I won't shift." She promised, drawing back her hand to look at it.
( Oops! I meant to go back but didn't. :/ )
Ashton nodded at that promise. "Alright let's get you bandaged up and get that splint on. Then you can rest, I know you are exhausted." She went into the cabinets to get the supplies she need. As she came back she set them down and looked deep into Amara's eyes. "Thank you for letting me help you. You are too special to be lame. You know I have a minor in Mythology. But unicorns were always my favorite. " She explained quietly. She then gently bandaged her hand and put the splint on. She adjusted the velcro just right tightness. "All done." She said joyfully.